(Sokeefe)Celebrity Kids at Boarding School AU

Choater 10-SOPHIE

VOTE CAUSE IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE!!
sorry I took so long to update, my mom sold me to one direction and they locked me in their basement for a week!!

The next morning, the light streaming through the windows woke her up. She blinked sleepily, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Keefe's arm was still around her, and she felt his breath tickle her hair. Carefully, she lifted her head to look at him, his features soft and peaceful in sleep. For a moment, she just enjoyed the quiet intimacy of the moment, committing it to memory.

But as the reality of the situation set in, she knew she had to get back to her own dorm before anyone noticed she was gone. Gently, she shook him awake. "Keefe," she whispered, "I have to go."

He groaned, his eyes fluttering open. "Already?" He stretched out his arms, the sweatshirt riding up to expose his bare stomach. "But it's so early."

Sophie couldn't help but laugh, his laid-back attitude was one of the things she liked about him. "It's almost eight," she said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "And I am being forced to go shopping with Biana and some friends."

Keefe sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Do you know how beautiful you look right now?," he said, his voice still groggy with sleep. "But you always do."

Sophie couldn't help but blush at his compliment, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Flattery won't get you anywhere, Sencen" she said, trying to sound firm but failing miserably as her voice came out in a soft tone.

Keefe chuckled, standing up and offering her his hand. "How about a ride home?" he asked, his voice low "I'll drive you."

"Thanks, babe." she smiled, her eyes lingering on his.

He pulled her up from the couch, their bodies closer than ever before. They walked to the door, hand in hand, and he opened it for her with a flourish. "Your chariot awaits, Lady Foster" he said with a grin.

Sophie couldn't help but laugh. "You're ridiculous," she said, stepping into the hallway.

Keefe shrugged, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "But, my face makes up for it" he said, following her out the door.

Sophie couldn't help but laugh. "So humble, though I don't disagree."

They made their way to the parking lot where a sleek, black Porsche was parked, its glossy finish gleaming in the early morning light. Keefe opened the door for her with a flourish, the engine purring to life as he settled into the driver's seat. The scent of leather and the new-car smell filled the cabin as they pulled away from the school.

The drive was quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the engine and the occasional bird song that filtered through the windows. Keefe's hand rested on the gear stick, his thumb tapping a silent rhythm that mirrored the beat of her heart. As they approached her dorm, she felt a strange mix of excitement and dread – the thrill of their secret romance and the fear of being caught.

He pulled up to the curb, the tires crunching on the gravel, and put the car in park. They sat there for a moment, looking at each other, the air thick with unspoken words. Then, without warning, he leaned over and kissed her, a soft, gentle press of his lips to hers that spoke volumes.

Sophie's heart soared, and she melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth of his hand as it rested on her cheek. When they parted, she was left breathless, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt. But all she saw was affection and a determination to make this work, no matter the cost.

"I'll see you later," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. She climbed out of the car, the cool morning air a stark contrast to the warmth of Keefe's embrace. He leaned over to watch her go, his eyes never leaving hers.